Fucking my hijabi auntie and my cousin | threesome | Hijab | Short sex story

As I sat on the couch, mindlessly scrolling through my phone, I couldn’t help but notice the way my cousin Safiya was moving around the room. She was dressed in her usual modest attire – a long flowing skirt and a hijab covering her hair – but there was something about the way she moved that had me feeling... excited.

She walked past me, her hips swaying back and forth, and I felt a twinge in my pants. I tried to ignore it, telling myself I was just imagining things. But then she did it again, this time grinding her ass against my crotch as she reached for something on the shelf above me.

“Safiya, what are you doing?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady despite the desire coursing through my veins.

She turned to look at me, her dark eyes sparkling with mischief. “What do you mean, Zayd? I’m just getting some books.”

But I could see the truth in her expression. She knew exactly what she was doing to me. And the worst part was, I think she was enjoying it.

I cleared my throat, trying to regain my composure. “Well, uh, can you please stop rubbing your ass all over me? It’s kind of distracting.”

Safiya laughed, the sound low and sultry. “Oh, poor Zayd. Are you saying you don’t like it when I touch you?”

Before I could respond, she pressed herself against me once more, her body molded to mine as she ground her hips against my growing erection. I groaned, unable to hold back any longer.

“Fuck, Safiya,” I muttered, my hands automatically going to her waist. “You’re driving me crazy.”

As soon as the words left my mouth, Safiya’s laughter filled the air. She stood up abruptly, smoothing down her skirt as she gave me a playful smile. “Well, I should probably go check on dinner,” she said, before turning on her heel and leaving the room.

I let out a sigh, frustrated at being teased yet again. But before I could even stand up, I heard footsteps approaching. I looked up, expecting to see Safiya returning, but instead, it was her mother – my aunt Zaina.

Her eyes widened as she saw the bulge in my pants, and I quickly scrambled to cover myself up. “Uh, hi Aunt Zaina,” I stammered awkwardly.

She raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by my embarrassment. “Looks like someone’s been having some naughty thoughts,” she said, a sly smile crossing her lips.

I felt my face grow hot under her gaze. “No, it’s not what you think!” I protested, though I doubted she believed me.

Aunt Zaina chuckled, shaking her head. “Relax, Zayd. I won’t tell anyone. Just make sure you take care of that… issue before dinner.” With another knowing glance, she turned and left the room, leaving me alone with my throbbing cock.

Here went Zaina, my aunt – a woman who commanded attention wherever she went. Even covered from head to toe in her traditional hijab, there was no denying the curves that she possessed. Her breasts were massive, easily larger than my own head, and they jiggled enticingly every time she moved. They were the perfect handful, and I couldn’t help but imagine how they would feel in my grip as I squeezed them roughly.

And then there was her daughter, Safiya – a petite little thing with a body made for sin. Despite her smaller frame, she had plenty of assets to boast about. Her breasts were perky and firm, perfectly shaped orbs that fit nicely in my palms. Her ass was tight and round, begging to be grabbed and squeezed as she writhed beneath me.

Both women were incredibly attractive in their own ways, and I couldn’t deny the attraction I felt towards them. It was wrong, I knew, but that didn’t stop the fantasies from invading my mind whenever I was near them.

Realizing that my fantasy had caused my cock to become rock hard once again, I glanced around the room in panic. Sure enough, both Safiya and Zaina were staring at my crotch, their expressions varying from surprise to interest.

Cursing under my breath, I jumped up from the couch and hurried towards the bathroom, hoping to escape before either of them could say anything. However, as I passed by Zaina, I noticed the slightest glint of jealousy in her eyes – a reaction that confused and intrigued me in equal measure.

Once safely ensconced in the bathroom, I finally allowed myself to breathe. Leaning against the sink, I closed my eyes and willed my raging hard-on to subside. Yet even as I attempted to calm myself down, images of both Zaina and Safiya continued to dance through my mind.

heard faint footsteps approaching the bathroom. Moments later, the door swung open, revealing none other than Zaina herself.

“We can’t have you ruining tonight’s dinner with your constant state of arousal,” she declared matter-of-factly, her gaze fixated on my crotch.

I blinked in confusion, unsure whether I was hallucinating or actually experiencing this surreal encounter. Before I could utter a word, however, Zaina stepped forward and began to remove her hijab, revealing her voluptuous figure underneath.

My jaw dropped as I took in the sight of her generous cleavage, barely contained by her skimpy top. My heart pounded in my chest as she sauntered toward me, a predatory gleam in her eyes.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it,” she purred, reaching for the button of my jeans.

My mind reeled as I realized what was happening. Was I really about to receive a blowjob from my own aunt? And why did the idea excite me so much?

Despite my internal conflict, I couldn’t deny the surge of lust coursing through my veins as Zaina freed my swollen cock from its confines. Without a word, she lowered her head and enveloped my shaft with her warm, moist mouth.

I moaned softly, overcome by the sensation of her skilled tongue working its magic on my sensitive flesh. I watched in disbelief as she bobbed her head up and down, hollowing out her cheeks as she sucked me deeper into her throat.

Suddenly, the bathroom door opened again, causing us both to freeze. In walked Safiya, her eyes wide with shock and curiosity. For a moment, I feared we would be discovered, but instead, signs of anger and rage were painting on her face.

Zaina paused briefly before continuing her assault on my cock, seemingly unfazed by her daughter’s presence.

"Fuck off, MOM!" Safiya shouted at her mother

“Excuse me?” Zaina snapped, pulling her mouth away from my cock with a pop. “Did you just tell me to fuck off?”

Safiya crossed her arms defiantly. “Yeah, I did. You always hog all the fun for yourself. Let Zayd decide who he wants to fuck.”

Zaina scoffed. “This isn’t some toy for you to share, Safiya. This is a grown man’s cock, and I claimed it first.”

“But mom, it’s not fair! I haven’t had a real dick in months thanks to Dad being gone on that stupid business trip and setting up that stupid doorbell camera. Can’t I at least have a turn?” Safiya pleaded, pouting slightly.

Zaina hesitated, torn between her desire to please her daughter and her own greediness. Finally, she relented with a sigh. “Fine. But only because you asked so nicely."

Zaina stood up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “Alright, fine. But we’re moving this party to the bedroom.”

She led the way, with Safiya following closely behind. I'm brought up the rear, his heart pounding with anticipation.

As Zaina guides me towards the bed, she turns to Safiya with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Okay, Habibti. Show me how you're going to please him."

I stare at them in shock, wondering if I'm hearing things correctly. But Safiya seems unfazed by her mother's request. She steps forward, gives me a coy smile, and drops to her knees in front of me.

"Like this?" she asks, looking up at me innocently as she takes my cock into her mouth.

Zaina watches with approval. "Very nice, habibti. Now, pay attention to his reactions. Watch how he responds to different touches and techniques."

Safiya follows her mother's advice, experimenting with her mouth and hands. I can hardly contain my moans as she brings me closer and closer to the edge.

"Wait," Zaina says suddenly. "Let me show you something."

She joins Safiya on the floor, demonstrating various moves and tricks. I watch in awe as the two of them work together, creating a symphony of pleasure that threatens to overwhelm me.

"Your turn," Zaina says to Safiya, motioning for her to switch places with her.

Safiya complied, and I find myself once again at the mercy of Zaina's experienced mouth. She sucks and licks with practiced precision, pushing me over the edge within seconds.

As I catch my breath, Zaina smiles up at me. "See? Your cousin has potential."

"Oh fuck" Zaina murmurs. "I can't anymore. I need that cock inside of me."

Zaina pushed her daughter over and told me to lie on my back. 

I saw a huge ass sitting on my cock and I couldn't believe the sensation.

Zaina lets out a low moan as she slides her wet pussy down onto my waiting cock. “God, I’ve missed this feeling,” she murmurs, throwing her head back in ecstasy.

Safiya watches in fascination as her mother rocks her hips back and forth, grinding against me with abandon. She feels a familiar stirring between her legs as she watches them, and she reaches down to touch herself absentmindedly.

Zaina notices her daughter’s actions and grabs her hand, guiding it up to her own breast. “Here, habibti, hold your mom's tits while she fucks your cousin,” she commands.

Safiya hesitates for a moment, but the sight of her mother’s naked body writhing in pleasure is too much to resist. She wraps her small hands around Zaina’s large breasts, marveling at their weight and softness.

Zaina closes her eyes and leans her head back, losing herself in the sensation of Zayd’s cock filling her up. She reaches down to rub her clit, moaning louder as she approaches climax.

As Zaina rode me harder and stronger, I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. Her moans grew louder, and I knew she was about to climax. I grabbed her hips, thrusting upwards to meet her movements.

"Oh, fuck yeah, Zayd. Harder!" Zaina screamed, her nails digging into my flesh.

Safiyah watched in awe as her mother fucked me, her own hands buried between mom's big tits, holding them as they bounced all over her body.    

"Don't stop, mom!" Safiyah encouraged, biting her lip.

Zaina's pussy clamped down on my cock as she came, flooding me with warmth. I couldn't hold back anymore and exploded inside of her, filling her up with my seed.

Zaina collapsed onto me, panting heavily. "Oh, fuck, that was amazing."

She lifted herself off of me, revealing my still-hard cock. I groaned as I slipped out of her, dripping with our combined juices.

Zaina looked at her daughter with a sly smile. “Next time, I promise to teach you how to properly fuck a man, but seeing as you’re still a virgin, Zayd here will have to settle for your asshole.”

Safiya’s eyes widened in shock, but Zaina continued. “Don’t worry, habibti, it’s not as scary as it sounds. In fact, it can be quite pleasurable for both parties involved.”

Zayd couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and nerves at the prospect of anal sex. He had never done it before, but the thought of breaking his cousin's anal cherry was incredibly arousing.

Only time would tell where this journey would lead, but for now, Zayd was happy to revel in the freedom and pleasure that he had found within the tight pussy of his auntie and his cousin's soon-to-be-gaped asshole.